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my heart has enough tears.
to not let me. drown.

--- azaadi
 Sep 2017 Suja Gunasegaran
Seema
...and here comes the rain
to sooth my pain away,
cramped from top to toe
aches all around,
nailed to the ground
it's hard to band or bow
yet my feet is taking me slow
drops and drizzles on my head
pitch dark, yes i am scared
but this blissful showers
has refreshed my brain
covering my eyes and body,
reliefing me from this pain
forever from this world
in this dark pit, laying in vain
my name never been called
no one seems to be worried
since i am missing for days
i guess i was just buried
in an easy option ways
but despite my death,
why do i still feel, this pain again
is it because of this rusty chain?
that has cut through my skin
to pin my bones against the spikes
sinking me deep down to spin
and awake, each time the lightening strikes.



©sim
Fictional write.
Oceans swell as lifestyle sells

The bare and barren truth lurks

An imagined Photoshop collage

Draws weary as deliveries stop

Where are you my dear old friend?

The one I knew so well as a child

Take me home…

to the birds that sing,

to the trees that whisper

and the flowers that bloom.
That stone that stopped
The stepping stone
From being thrown
And lay instead
Trying not to sink
Not wanting to go under

Fear of exposure
Has stalled this stone
The lack of motion
Blocking the passage
That passes down
This river of marvels
 Sep 2017 Suja Gunasegaran
Riham
Chasing my dreams
To ignore my falls
I been under myself for so long ..
Now am alone with a broken candel that did light my room , it did warme my soul for a midnight Writting , I did write all night
Tear after tear
I had my feelings
Now I need my words
for the love of the world
Believing maybe there's one soul can heal my loneliness ...
I was brave enough to lie at myself for saying I love being alone i love my loneliness
But that loneliness drag my breath under my own Health ...
Everything is fine
just close your eyes.
Slowly drift away
don't worry about a thing.
Once you're asleep,
those feelings will melt away
and you will wake up
in a brand new day.
 Sep 2017 Suja Gunasegaran
Habiba
The beginning of the end,
A brief moment of happiness
On a freshly stretched canvas
Then Gone with the blowing wind,
without track or trace,
just like the rest
Like fine sand, through my fingers
Away the one slips  
Our bridge burns down to ashes
Then the heart crashes
A journal spreads open
Begs to get touched
In sorrowed cries and swollen eyes
The ink rhymes
Then the soul dies
The end

4:45 am
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